Putting My Foot Down

Melissa our Daughter has finished the schooling part of her psychological strive toward her career goal, Psychology is an impressive field and we have joked with her since she started that it takes a good psycho to know one, and she fits the mold perfectly.

I always get that look from her when joking like this, like she is secretly psychoanalyzing me and keeping notes in the back of her mind for when it comes time to select a nursing home for me, I have a feeling the joke will be on me, especially when she answers a question of mine with “and how does that make you feel”

Now with this part of her schooling over, she is going to Texas for an internship at a psych facility for a year, I really hope she isn’t secretly looking into the future for me but this remains to be seen.

Yesterday we drove down to Pasadena and helped pack up her apartment, out of the goodness of her heart she will move into our home for a month before we take her to Texas, really her lease is up and her move in date there is a month away, and rather than sign a new lease she is going to live with us, I know who is going to be psycho before the month is over.

Packing up the apartment was relatively painless, after we got past the stacks of clothing, hangers, and shoes on the floor, that girl has more clothes than anyone I have ever known, I put my foot down and told her that she would be getting rid of some of this stuff, heck it looked like there was an accident between a department store and second hand store right there in her living room, she said those were the clothes she was saving as I nursed the foot I put down on a wayward high heel shoe.

An hour and a half later she had one dress laying on the floor, proudly stating this was her goodwill pile, another half hour and a t-shirt joined the pile, I looked for a clear spot on the floor and put my foot down again, and by the end of the day she ended up with a large bag to donate, with tears in her eyes she carried the bag and placed it by the door.

We carried out all the trash, stacked all the boxes for the movers to pick up, with the only task left to be final cleanup after the furniture and boxes are taken away, Melissa will attend to this part without us, I grabbed for the bag of clothes on my way out the door and Melissa stated that she would carry it down to donate, I am really proud that she let go of this bag of clothing.

But on the other hand, looking back I really think that bag was most likely deposited into a box marked clothing, and placed on top of the stack for the movers to pick up.